Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tanzania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Zapp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.